She was carrying herself proudly with her head up rather than creeping in as she might have wanted to do.
For a moment, as the Viscount gazed at her, he was completely still.
He was finding it hard to believe that what he was seeing was not part of his imagination.
The Dowager Countess smiled at Salvia and held out her hand, saying,
“You look lovely, my dear child, and I am sure that Charles will appreciate that your gown has Paris written all over it.”
“I am finding it hard to believe what I am seeing,” the Viscount replied. “I can only tell you, Salvia, that you exceed my highest hopes.”
“Is that the truth,” Salvia asked, “or are you just being kind?”
“You look wonderful!” he exclaimed.
“And it’s all due to your grandmother!” she replied. “So you must thank her – for spending thr
